"The boy from the Flints? Ah...I know."

After a while, in the broken pot bar, in Jamini's room, Old Tom was laughing while helping Jamini make mung bean soup. He laughed with a hunchback and teeth. He felt a little cunning when he smiled.

"Although the Flints are pure blood families, they are not considered crazy pure blood advocates. That little devil Marcus was just taken away." Old Tom shook his head.

"Will I have any trouble?" Jamini leaned against the soft chair in the room and tilted his head when he heard this.

"Oh...Mr. Fox, you're just an eleven-year-old, and you kicked him gently. What bad thoughts can you have?"

Old Tom grinned with a big mouth full of teeth and laughed: "I was seriously injured by an eleven-year-old child who couldn't even use magic. I think he would just break his wand and drop out of school."

"For an eleven-year-old who is not yet enrolled in school, I hope you can be more serious and not instill this dangerous...think, Old Tom."

Suddenly, a faint voice sounded at the door, and Jamini turned his head and looked at a man in black robe standing at the door of the room.

The man had long shiny black hair and tall figure, and his cold eyes swept over Jamini.

"Ha...Professor Snape." Old Tom sneered, turned around and pulled Jamini on the soft chair, and whispered to Jamini: "This is the dean of Hogwarts Slytherin, Severus Snape."

"Jimini Fox, I'm glad to meet you, Professor Snape." Jamini nodded politely.

"Mr. Fox's politeness really makes me feel terrified." Snape said lightly: "A kick kicked the captain of our Slytherin's Quidditch team to a serious injury. Are you the dragon cub?"

"I have no horns and no wings, sir."

"That's the troll?" Snape squinted his eyes and said in a bad tone.

Jamini's appearance of being neither humble nor arrogant made him feel very annoying.

"I can guess which college you will be assigned to without enrolling in the school. I don't know if the sky is high and the earth is strong, and you and Gryffindor must be a perfect match."

Jamini said sincerely and gentlely: "Actually, I always thought I could get to Slytherin, and I really longed for it."

"Shut up!" Snape interrupted Jamini's words rudely: "If anyone like you can get Slytherin, then I would rather give up the position of dean."

Jamini thought about it and he thought it was a really good idea.

"A word is determined, professor?"

"You—preferably—or—close your mouth!"

Snape glanced at Jamini gloomy: "Dumbledore sent me to deal with this matter, so I have the right to decide whether you need to be removed from Hogwarts. Do you want to try it? I was expelled before I even entered the school. Maybe you are the first since Hogwarts founded?"

"Now, I ask, you answer." Snape glanced at Jamini: "What is the cause of the matter? Why do you have to do such a ruthless move?"

Jamini blinked and looked at Snape with a gaze.

Snape was upset with innocent eyes: "Speak—"

"You asked me to close my mouth, professor..."

"Damn it! Hell! Now you can say it!" Snape's tone gradually became irritable.

"Okay." Jamini shrugged innocently: "He scolded me...well...mud breed."

Either you learn the spell from the spell textbook, or you are constantly improving the woven false memories, and a month will be fulfilled.

Olivande is right. If you choose a magic wand, you will naturally choose an excellent wizard. No matter whether Jamini will achieve a great achievement in the future, at least Jamini's magical talent is indeed quite good.

For example, floating spells, cleaning spells, and repairing spells, Jamini almost learned them once. He also tried to remove your weapons and fainted, black magic defense techniques such as dark magic can be easily released.
Chapter completed!